One Night with Sole Regret 05 Tie Me by Olivia Cunning Read Free Book Online Page B

wasn't sure how he felt about his attraction to her. It felt different than when he got sexually excited when a woman made unwanted advances toward him. Yeah, his cock got hard when women came on to him, but he felt so guilty about his body's reaction that he couldn’t bring himself to give in to his sexual needs.
    Sitting next to Dawn, he felt stirrings of lust, but the place she touched him was deeper than his baser needs. She touched him where his music resided. Sara had never touched that part of him. When they'd been together, he'd almost given up music. Sole Regret’s first album hadn’t been the success they’d hoped. With Sara in college and Kellen holding down odd jobs to pay the bills, they’d been hopelessly broke. Once Sara’s medical bills started to pile up, it seemed the only thing to do was leave the band and find a decent job. He’d wanted to provide for her. Only Owen’s insistence that Kellen stay had kept him from giving up the band entirely. Owen had believed in Sole Regret when Kellen had completely lost hope on their dream. Owen ever the optimist. Owen who always put other’s needs before his own. Owen onboard for anything at any time. Owen...
    God, what was he going to do about Owen? Kellen had made a complete mess of their friendship and just when he thought he finally had their relationship back on its proper track, he did something completely stupid. Like tie Owen to a pommel and show a woman how to give him a proper hand job by demonstration. What in the fuck had he been thinking last night?
    Dawn abruptly stopped playing. "You're not listening," she said. "Are you bored?"
    "No. I just have a lot on my mind," he said. "Don't stop. This song is like a break in the clouds during a storm."
    "The eye of your hurricane."
    He chuckled. His life was definitely in a whirlwind. "Exactly."
    "If you want to talk about her, I'll listen," she said, playing softly again.
    "Do you want me to talk about her?"
    Dawn shook her head. "Not particularly. I'm sure if you loved her, she was wonderful."
    "Sometimes I hate her for what she's done to me." Kellen tensed. Had he really just admitted that aloud? He’d never even admitted that to himself. I didn’t mean it, Sara. I could never hate you.
    "I can understand that," Dawn said.
    He somehow doubted it.
    “Have you ever been in love?” he asked.
    Dawn hesitated, and then she nodded. “But he didn’t love me in return. He thought I was a silly little girl and in retrospect, I was. I was sixteen and he was in his thirties. He’d been my piano teacher for years before my hormones kicked into high gear and I made a complete idiot of myself by throwing myself at him.”
    “I’m sure if you hadn’t been jailbait, he would have caught you. What was his name?”
    “Pierre,” she said, releasing a dreamy sigh.
    “ Pierre ?” Kellen chuckled. “You’re kidding, right?”
    “He’s French,” she said stiffly.
    “ Vous êtes plus belle que les étoiles, mon amour ,” he whispered close to her ear.
    She swayed against him, and he wrapped an arm around her back to keep her from tumbling from the piano bench.
    “You speak French?” she said.
    “Just that one sentence,” he said. He didn’t even remember exactly what it meant. Something about the stars being beautiful.
    “So if I said, je suis très excitée par vous , you wouldn’t know what I meant?”
    “Sounds kinky,” he teased.
    “It could be.”
    She tilted her head to look up at him. There were mere inches between their lips. Would she taste as decadent as she looked? The green flecks in her eyes caught Kellen’s attention. So exotic. His heart thudded faster and faster as he leaned closer. He hadn’t kissed a woman since Sara. Hadn’t wanted to. He sure the fuck wanted to now.
    Dawn pressed a fingertip against his lips. “Hold that thought,” she said and shifted away to pound on her keyboard with renewed vigor.
    Kellen stifled a groan. He felt torn between his yearning to devour